Relax, release, and trust

While the rest of you
are open to cup the light
I'm curled in on myself,
my underside exposed,
bright veins knotted in anticipation,
carrying the memory
of the rain that is to come,
and though my differences
add interest to the picture,
to remain in that position
creates an ache,
a twisting, a resistance;
I'm longing to relax,
release,
and trust...


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